“There is no person that is simply good or simply bad, everyone is a mixture of both-but I do believe that some are addicted to the rush of being bad, and others are euphoric under the pretense of being good. I don’t know what they were anymore…”
Lavender awoke to the feeling of her body disobeying her attempts to remain in her human form. That annoying yet familiar twinge of a high rated frequency had forced her to lose all control over her mental capacity-forcing her to fall upon all fours and her bones to begin to connect unnaturally together for what would be seen as being human, and the remainder of her skin having been covered in thick black fur. Her eyes had flashed a red from feeling pressured into this moment, before a loud howl left her lips, alerting any nearby wolves that she
